Tamarisk trees on the beach of a small bay, planted for the August sun,
the port of Sfakia, where we boarded, behind a slope of burnt grass,
uneaten bread floating in the sea, nibbled by small fish.
I left a knob of bread under an olive tree. It is probably still there;
hard, like rock, black olives around it. Till the wind brings rain.
It will take some time to soften.
Ion Corcos has been published in Axolotl, Bitterzoet, Every Writer, and Ishaan Literary Review. He is a Pushcart Prize nominee. He is currently travelling indefinitely with his partner, Lisa. He is also working on his first poetry collection, Like Cloudsi>, and a chapbook inspired by Greece. Ion’s website is http://www.ioncorcos.wordpress.com.